Y Corryn Glân

My only attempt at a song. I'm not quite sure how successful it is. Anyone
want to put some music to it? For those unfamiliar with Welsh (which I'm
trying to learn!) Y Corryn Glân is the Sacred Spider, the Weaver
of the Web.

Connections

I had written down the first line of this back in early
January and then found it again one morning as I was preparing to go
to my psychotherapy course weekend. What follows came into my head at
that point. Curiously the whole weekend turned out to be about connections.
Even more curiously a couple of days later I was at Stonehenge at dawn
to celebrate Midsummer.
As we waited for the Sun to appear through the mist over the Hele Stone
I could hear the larks singing their hearts
out....
Published on The Druid Network website.

Over my head a lark sang
Beauteous in the clear sky,
Reminding me of all I love in life;
The laughter of children;
The music of a moving stream;
The colours of spring flowers;
The taste of honey on my lips;
The deep blackness of a winter pool;
The quivering of a kestrel’s wing;
The visual music of a butterfly;
The bee’s sonorous drone;
Singers round an autumn fire…

And when I think of these
I give praise to the Goddess
Whose web is over all the world
Binding all things together
In a flowing stream.

For I cannot be alone
When I feel the web.
For each horror in the world
Is my horror;
Each love in the world
Is my love;
Each striving, each blessing
Is mine and everyone’s.
For what touches the living rock
Touches me;
What burns the living forest
Burns me;
What kills, kills me;
What loves, loves me;
What binds, binds me.
The living web is all around
From the furthest star
To the tiniest creature;
Man, beast, rock, tree
Are all entwined;
All are one
And will meet the future
Together…..

Rejection

This came about when I felt I was in danger of being
rejected by a friend because she found out my personal history, which
was no secret. It hurt. In the end she came round and we are friends
again and I feel the
friendship
was probably strengthened by the occurence.

What am I?
Am I a strange beast you are wary of?
Am I a monster?
Am I a creature to frighten erring
children?
No, I am me,
I am human,
I feel as you do,
I suffer as you do,
I hurt as you do.

Yet you are afraid of me.
I upset your nice idea of the world.
I don’t fit the pattern of
your reality.
Well, that’s tough,
I exist,
I am proud,
I will continue to exist, to be around.

Will you shun me?
Talk with others about me behind
my back?
Let a poison spread of false half-truths?
Just because you don’t understand
What drives me,
What power of the spirit has sustained
me
To live through a hell of denial,
To become free,
To become me.

Would you have me go back to my pain
Just to keep your reality intact?
Then I will disappoint you
Because here I am
And here I stay.

This soul, this flame of divinity
Will continue to burn
And I will be me, to link with the
web of life.
If you choose not to link with me
That choice will be yours
And yours alone….